When they were just learning to speak, a couple of years ago, a well-meaning friend tried to teach them to call me Mommy, while I was taking a nap. Thankfully, I was able to nip that in the bud, and after a few days, they were back to Mama.

Now, there is no going back.

They neatly use a fork and (toddler)knife. They want to ‘help’ me floss their teeth. They can use scissors. They are learning how to write letters of the alphabet. They gargle after toothbrushing.

I can barely pick them up! <WAIL!>

Don’t get me wrong, I rejoice in their continued growth and achievments, but I miss my little babies! I didn’t get enough sweet baby cuddles!

Time flew quicker than I thought it would.

So it’s time to trot out this poem that I did not write, but it sure fits! Except for the moth part.